As the outcome was decided, only Han Xuanji's name remained on the screen.
A wave of jubilation swept across the high platform of the Sacred Court.
When Han Xuanji returned to his seat from the battlefield, he was greeted by waves of congratulations and applause.
This time, even the usually aloof elders of the Sacred Court nodded in greeting, and several even stepped forward to pat Han Xuanji on the shoulder and praise him highly.
Han Xuanji recognized these people; they all seemed to have deep connections with his lineage.
There was also a middle-aged man, dressed in gorgeous clothes, tall, whose face bore a resemblance to his master Mo Chenxiao.
The other party introduced himself as follows:
"I am your master's cousin, and also the current head of the Mo Household family. He shouldn't have mentioned me, right?"
Han Xuanji shook her head; Mo Chenxiao almost never talked about his own affairs.
Moreover, those around him seemed to know it was a taboo, and basically never mentioned it.
Han Xuanji wasn't particularly curious, so naturally she wouldn't ask others about topics they didn't like.
The master's cousin seemed to know as well, nodded, and left.
At this moment, an elderly man with white hair and beard stroked his beard, walked up to Han Xuanji, and sighed:
"If any of my younger relatives possessed even a tenth of Xuanji's abilities, I'd be laughing in my sleep."
"Old Leng's descendants are not bad either."
Several people nearby, having revealed the old man's identity, began to flatter him.
The old man before them was no ordinary person; he was not only a top expert among the Holy Lord, but also a hegemon of a great domain.
Han Xuanji quickly realized that the other party must be his senior sister Leng Qianshuang's elder. After being praised, he finally managed to escape.
Han Xuanji also noticed that the Immeasurable Saint Emperor sat in the center of the high platform, nodding slightly at Han Xuanji, his deep blue eyes carrying a silent promise.
He returned a glance, but said nothing more.
He understood the Saint Emperor's meaning: his performance today deserved any reward from the Sacred Court.
If they win the final, he'll definitely reap the rewards.
Even though Han Xuanji had signed for so many treasures, he couldn't help but feel tempted.
After all, as the ruler of the Sacred Court, the Immeasurable Saint Emperor would never be stingy with his rewards.
Back beside his master and senior sister, Mo Chenxiao's shoulders, which had been tense for so long, finally relaxed.
He let out a long breath, half with emotion and half with lingering fear, and said:
"As expected of the successor of the Indestructible Saint King, I almost thought you had no way to help either."
He finished speaking, then laughed and shook his head.
"To be honest, I wasn't this nervous when I first went up on stage to compete back then."
Leng Qianshuang, unusually, did not contradict him, but simply glanced at Han Xuanji quietly.
She was also on tenterhooks.
Han Xuanji represents the Sacred Court's number one seed. Although he has proven himself along the way, if he were to lose to the Eternal Chamber of Commerce's number three seed, the outside world wouldn't care what Cultivation Method Hui Feng uses or what his talent is; they would only remember that " the Sacred Court's number one lost to the Eternal Chamber of Commerce's number three."
That's a lot of pressure.
Han Xuanji looked at his master and senior sister with relief on their faces, narrowed his eyes, and suppressed a smile.
The fearless Nine Mysteries Holy Lord was now anxious and uncertain about his battle.
He felt a warmth in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, only saying calmly:
" Hui Feng is indeed powerful, but I am even stronger."
He spoke casually, as if the thrilling battle just now was merely a routine sparring session.
Mo Chenxiao and Leng Qianshuang exchanged a glance, both reading the same meaning in each other's eyes.
Has this kid gained confidence?
He's always been very confident, but he just habitually doesn't want to reveal too much.
But since it's out in the open now, there's no need to be too low-key.
More importantly, even the strongest among the Saint King could not fathom his true secrets.
What's there to worry about?
Once this Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet is over, he plans to immediately break through to the Sage, then slowly accumulate experience and eventually reach the Saint King Realm Stage.
Han Xuanji did not explain what was on his mind, but simply turned his gaze to the high platform of the Eternal Chamber of Commerce.
Hui Feng was surrounded by the cultivators from the merchant guild. Some offered him water, others helped him up, and the Yaoguang City personally stepped forward, patting Hui Feng on the shoulder and laughing heartily, showing no sign of being upset about losing the match.
The surrounding merchant guild cultivators all wore proud expressions, as if Hui Feng had won.
Han Xuanji was slightly relieved. It seemed that Hui Feng was doing well in the Eternal Chamber of Commerce and had not suffered the kind of harsh treatment from his Lineage that Ying Yuan had experienced.
That makes sense, after all, Hui Feng and Ying Yuan come from completely different backgrounds, and people's expectations are different as well.
This duel with Hui Feng also served as a wake-up call for him. There are too many people with cheat codes in the Eternal Continent. Chen Xin is the reincarnation of a sword spirit, Wan Zhu is the reincarnation of a primordial god, Hui Feng has Eternal Indestructible Physique, and Li Linglong has Nine-Aperture Exquisite Heart... If he is not careful, he may really capsize in a ditch.
Of course, even if he loses, he won't deny himself.
The path of spiritual practice is long; a single victory or defeat proves nothing.
But since we can win, let's keep winning.
Having clashed with Hui Feng at close range multiple times, he had more or less sensed the workings of the Imperishable Power emanating from him.
There's still a considerable amount of time before the finals, enough time for him to process and digest these gains.
On the other side, towards the Hongmeng Dao Palace.
The Saint King Xiaoyao withdrew his gaze from Han Xuanji and turned to Li Linglong beside him, saying:
"In the end, he used many Divine Ability, and the cultivation of the Dao of Principle he displayed was no less than yours."
Moreover, he seemed to have used an extremely rare mental supernatural Divine Ability, a mental technique that could ignore the power of Imperishable.
The Saint King Xiaoyao's tone was filled with undisguised admiration:
"What an outstanding young man."
He originally thought that Li Linglong's talent was unmatched, but Han Xuanji seemed to be just as good, and even had an extremely terrifying talent in the art of physical cultivation.
A cultivator who follows the Dao of Principle cultivates multiple paths, reaching the pinnacle of his generation in each.
Such a versatile talent is rare even in the long history of the Eternal Continent.
As long as he doesn't perish, it seems visibly close enough for him to reach the Saint King Realm Stage.
Li Linglong chuckled lightly, "I'm not afraid of attacks from the mind."
She spoke calmly, yet with an air of unwavering confidence.
She possesses Nine-Aperture Exquisite Heart, and is naturally highly resistant to mental attacks.
Coupled with some unspeakable secrets, she remained confident and fearless no matter how strong Han Xuanji's psychological attacks were.
She was somewhat wary of her next opponent.
Wan Zhu.
That person from the Myriad Gods Sect.
It's not that the other party's methods are particularly mysterious or unpredictable.
From the moment she first saw Wan Zhu, she felt a familiar yet nostalgic aura about him, as if she had seen him many years ago.
However, she had been staying in the Hongmeng Dao Palace since she became conscious, and had never stepped out of the mountain gate. This was her first time traveling far away.
The Saint King Xiaoyao even accompanied her in his true form, fearing that something might happen to her.
So where does this sense of familiarity come from?
Completely baffled, she could only suppress her thoughts for the time being and refocus her attention on the upcoming match.
She is about to face off against Wan Zhu.
If she loses... then she'll lose the chance to compete with Han Xuanji for the championship, and there'll be no need for her to think about how to deal with Han Xuanji.
Li Linglong closed her eyes slightly to calm herself.
The Saint King Xiaoyao glanced at her, but said nothing more. He simply closed the folding fan in his hand, the Hongmeng purple light flowing on the fan ribs making his face appear and disappear.
He had already discerned the lineage that Han Xuanji was practicing.
He was an old acquaintance of his.